Going...Going...Gone

Saga of Son

Son is doing well. He has an apartment now and will have a roommate in December. He and three of his friends came last night and moved his furniture out of his room. There's just a few things left. I still believe it was the right thing to do. His dad's been okay with it so far which surprises me, but the test will come if Son doesn't fair well or something happens. Son has to learn the boundaries of many things. He didn't want to do that at home, so maybe the world can teach him. His dad's having empty nest syndrome. This will be my third departure with the fourth following in December when my daughter moves back to Oklahoma. You always feel an emptiness, but time helps and also the knowledge that your kids will move out someday and make a life of their own.

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Son is gone, but most of his stuff is still here. He is staying with a friend until he gets a place or whatever. It's too bad, but he chose it. I picked up all his cigarette butts on my table and blown across the patio. He's moved out all of his 'good' stuff in his room such as his stereo and things like that. I'm giving him a week or so to move the rest and then I am going to box up what's left and store it in the garage. That way he can get it as he pleases. I am re-keying the locks before we leave to go home for Christmas if he doesn't go with us. I don't trust him to not come in the house with his friends and do whatever while we're gone. Hubby and I had talked about that way before this whole thing came up and I am just going to do it and not discuss with Hubby again. He's taken all this well and in fact, I think he's kind of relieved. In the long run it will be good for Son to know what it is really like out there and if he has to come back, well, it won't be the same. He'll only come back if he does what is expected of him. I plan on making his room into a study so he'll have to stay on the sleeper sofa if he comes back at some point and won't have the opportunity to mess that all up.

Time moves on doesn't it?

It's My Birthday But...

It's my birthday but, today I had to tell my step-son of 13 years to leave. Not a happy birthday! His dad and I had some rules he was going to have to adhere to if he wanted to to continue to live here. He's 18 1/2, old enough to have some common sense. Two weeks ago we told him there were some things we needed to talk with him about, his behavior and such or he might have to move or pay rent. I told him last week we needed to finish the conversation and he avoided it for another week. Today, I decided he would have to listen. I started the conversation and he said Fuck, I don't have to listen to this stuff. I'm leaving. He went to his bedroom and I told him he did have to listen, that the game was over, that my name was on the mortgage, I paid money on this house, and my name was on the marriage certificate. To make a long story short, he kept cussing at me and trying to tell me how it was going to be. He said he would leave, he would not do what we asked, and the last time he started cussing at me, telling me fucking this and fucking that and you're crazy and all this stuff, I told him to go on, enough was enough. Leave. He asked me how I was going to make him, call the police and I told him yes, I would, to take his stuff and go on. Everyone is telling me to watch out, he might try to hurt me because he takes drugs. I feel I have to change the locks and turn on the alarm to protect myself. His own dad locked our bedroom door the other night because he said the kid was on drugs and might try to hurt him. Anyway, he left tonight. I figure it will be a long drawn out thing, but before we go home to Oklahoma for Christmas, the locks will be changed!

If It's Not One Thing...It's Another!

I know, it's been awhile. Several things have been going on and blogger has been really hard to get into lately, those are my excuses for not posting for a time. So here's what's been going on.

My step-son is still driving me nuts! As I sit here typing I look out on the inspiring sight of his cigarette butts spilling out of the ashtray onto my patio table, the one I paid for, and scattered across the patio. He is bringing people into the house after we are all in bed asleep to play pool. He has opened condom wrappers and unopened condoms laying out on his floor. He has taken a girl into his room several times and is comfortable enough with her to change clothes in front of her. He's skipping most of his college classes. He has his little flask out on his floor and it seems he paid for some type of pill that I found in his room incased in cellophane that is nothing but a blood pressure pill.

I don't feel safe with strange people in my house in the middle of the night, especially the people he hangs out with. He's doing these things in front of my 12 year old daughter who notices all the stuff in his room and mentioned that he changed clothes in front of that girl. He's a great roll model for a young, impressionable girl isn't he? HIS DAD thinks I shouldn't think anything of all of this, I am over-reacting, It's just normal boy stuff. Well, it may be in his neck of the woods, but I'll state up front that I am NOT for all this stuff. His dad won't do anything about it so that leaves me.

So, I am going to tell the kid that this is not his pad, his crib, his abode, his apartment...that it is my house and if he wants to live that type of life to go out on his own because he can't do those things here anymore. Now here is the rub, the minute I do this his dad will threaten me in some manner. I don't mean physically, but he will tell me I am over-reacting, I don't know how to have fun and numerous other verbal things he should never say. We'll see how it goes because I am not going to keep feeling like I am a stranger in my own home.

The other thing that has been going on is with my college class. Some of these students are wanting A's, but not producing the work. Almost half the class does not want to do their lesson plans in the manner they need to be done. They want an average lesson plan to receive an A. They don't turn in their lesson plan form that goes with it and are not writing it at an A level.

After I grade the plans, I go over with the class what needs to be done. This one kid suddenly says, "Well, can this class do anything right?" It threw me for a loop because it was just out of the blue. Previous to his statement I had gone over what had happened during their field experience and had said something like, "Two didn't turn up for field and didn't let their cooperative teacher or me know they wouldn't be there. This leaves their partner in a jam because they are supposed to video them and evaluate them. If you're not going to be there it's required that a call previous to your absence be made to all parties involved." I also told them that 6 students didn't have their form attached and 6 students didn't state what type of multiple intelligences they would be using in their lesson. Another student was whining because her partner didn't finish what she was supposed to do and their grade was cut in half. This same student didn't bring her book to class that day because she didn't think she would need it and blah, blah, blah.

Okay, well enough of that. I'm out of here.

Ready To Bust....
Ok, I'm ready to get out of here; ready to bust out of the box. Ready to verbally smack a student or two, my step-son and his dad.

What if you:

• could go back in time
  
• Go ahead in time
  
• won a million bucks
  
• ruled the world
  
• could alter time
  
• relive a day in your life and then choose to stay or not and keep the knowledge you have
  
• could be invisible
  
• invented something new
  
• knew what people thought
  
• could move things
  
• lived with a ghost
  
• met a UFO
  
• knew a vital piece of information
  
• alter the present
  
• were magic
  
• found yourself in another time
  
• could get people to do everything you wanted
  
• were the richest person on earth
  
• were famous
  
• could change one thing anywhere
  
• alter one event in history
  
• correct one event in history
  
• met the perfect person
  
• famous artist, singer, writer, etc.
  
• harmed someone in some way that would change both your lives

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